Treasure Planet script
On the clearest of nights
when the winds of the Etherium were calm and peaceful
the great merchant ships
with their cargoes of Arcturian sura crystals
felt safe and secure
Little did they suspect that they were pursued by
pirates
And the most feared of all these pirates
was the notorious Captain Nathaniel Flint
Fire!
Aah!
Like a Candarian zap-wing overtaking its prey...
James Pleiades Hawkins.
I thought you were asleep an hour ago.
Mom, I was just getting to the best part.
Please?
Oh, can those eyes get any bigger?
Scootch over.
...like a Canadian zap-wing
overtaking its prey
Flint and his band of renegades
swooped in out of nowhere.
Ha ha ha ha!
And then, gathering up their spoils
vanished without a trace.
- Ooh! - Ooh!
Flint's secret trove was never found
but stories have persisted that it remains hidden
somewhere at the fattest reaches of the galaxy
stowed with riches beyond imagination...
the loot of a thousand worlds.
Treasure Planet.
OK. Blow your nose.
How do you think Captain Flint did it, Mom?
How'd he swoop in out of nowhere and vanished without a trace?
I have no idea.
Come here, you, you li...
I'm gonna get...oh!
OK, now it's time for this little spacer to go to sleep.
You think somebody'll ever find Treasure Planet?
Sweetheart, I think it's more...
like a legend.
I know it's real.
You win. It's real.
- Nighty-night, Mom. - Nighty-night, sweetheart.
I love you.
Love you, too.
There are nights when the winds of the Etherium
so inviting in their promise of flight and freedom
made one's spirit soar!
Yaaaa-hoo!
Whoo!
Come on!
Whoo! Ha ha ha!
Whoo-hoo!
Oh, great.
